Can't Save Me Video (MV)

You think you can save me
Oh
You think you can save me
They wanted to save me from all of the mishaps
The wicked is hidden within this industry
Don't know who's got your back
They think I do this shit for the streams
The Grammys, the plaques
I do this for the neighborhood
The single mothers or the solo dads
Even the ones living the full family dream
Cause I was grateful for what we had
Roof on our heads and shoes by our beds
I'm worried about all our missing children and these youngin's deaths
I pray for the individuals who need love but be receiving threats
Kept on getting bullied at school
They had made me move schools
Then I moved back to the same school
To show them who's who
To tell them I fear God and brudda that's not you
Keep on feeding social media lies, I'm testing my values
Thank you for bringing Hood back
The people had needed this
Shadesa, shut your f*cking mouth
You look like a needle dick
Where was this beef at when we freestyled at Canto Six
Jeffrey mad I'm on his boys album but, not his
YKK I apologize because you didn't say shit
I ain't never use Drewskiiii for revenue
All of his money he gets will go to his mother kids
When he was here you never spoke of him
Keep it that way or be a ghost again
Cause I promise none of these people hear you or see you
They hardly respect you
But after speaking on Dukes you'll be lucky to make it through London
Come on brother let's see it happen
Come on brother let's get to clashing
They all like f*ck em up Hood
F*ck em up Hood
Hold on let me f*ck em' up good
I want another body and another body and another body until
Khaotic Balance don't have nobody
They worried about clout n' drama instead of the community problems
Our people around here sadly are growing roots to the bottom
Not what I wanted in life but I was a junkie n' robber
I would have done anything to not have a job and still make them dollars
Drewskiiii was constantly there so he gonna get his homage
I wake up everyday praying do I have
Do I have family
I wake up everyday praying do I have
Do I have family
If it's family you want then you got it
Show me the beef and I'm on it
Feasting on the shit and I promise
You ain't gonna leave with a profit so sit and just wait for the homage
I game all these boys out of pocket, and rock your head round like a robin
You're begging to stop it
I'm getting so cold on the floor you don't know if you're aiming for me or the snow in the arctic
(Ooh)
Hang up the mic
I'll write something down that'll rhyme
Boy don't go wasting my time
I do this shit just for kicks and it's clear that you're here cause I'm calling you out like it's fly
You and your bitch got it twisted
This ain't little kid shit
You're speaking on someone who died
Giving you lyrics and from what I'm hearing it's clear you're both dead in the mind
Goodbye
You're gonna have to find someplace else to feel safe cause it ain't here
Maybe all the people you don't bring to your shows can come for you
Owen ate
I ain't saying he's great
I'm speaking on the score when I see your fate
You're never gonna tour with your half-wit brain
That was no Claymore cause it didn't detonate
We're all fine
Didn't feel no pain
You're not that guy and you ain't got game
The fire's lit
Now I'm spitting flames
Now bite your lip then sit and stay
Thought you had a bomb
Guess it was a fluke
When we drop the song it's gonna be a nuke
You done got it wrong when you spoke on Drew
And we ain't gonna let you disrespect the crew
F*ck you pussy and all of the ones who wanna ride with you
Them are the same people who are gonna have to die with you
If you was real gangsta you keep it silent like
Instead you tend to brag it dude
Is you even joking when you talking about bagging dudes
Okay cut the tape
I think we've heard enough of this dude
I'm gonna be your worst fear
Your nightmare
Your death chair
All I see is two bitches
Didn't know you was dykes here
They thinking they gangsta for putting on some Nike Airs
I, I, I feel like the Grim Reaper
Can't tell if he rapping or he a lip singer
Don't give two f*cks like two middle fingers
My house cleaners detail but we're never caught stealing
Saw everything from the peripherals when drug dealing
My eyes stay scattering like I'm clearing vision
The bodies adding up and I'm not no mathematician
Social media's been has been the prolific damage
I got people in my corner that will switch in a minute
Taking videos of me without photo permission
The mission is to catch me off guard when I am slipping
Instead I am tripping
And listen
I feel more alone than when I am with them
Tell our loved ones we miss them
I've drowned in the blood of my victims
We east side
Don't you step in my district
The young brother had ripped them
The young brother had stripped them